Yah-hoo, I'm thirty-two!
That's kinda of a dumb age. I can already do everything, except run for president. Or get the reduced movie ticket price.
My step daughter gave me a card this morning that said:
Happy B-Day to you,
you live in a zoo,
You look like a fluterino (?)
and you smell like one too.
Then she drew a picture of a little dog (evidently the "fluterino") with his body made out of a flute. Very silly. A little Italian musical dog, I guess.